He considers himself a genius but the publishers refuse to print his works. He loves women but they don’t always understand him. Constantly without money and out of touch with reality. The elegant fop Daniil Yuvachov names himself Kharms- a name just as effective as his appearance. An habitué...
About the ruinous indefatigable thirst and the merciless seductive specter of freedom. About how people fall because they fly. About the epicenter of the explosion and the fatal inevitability of the end... When you look into the abyss, the abyss also looks into you...
